Unlike other sports, no matter how crazy it is outside the field, the racetrack is calm.

The rich man Jin stopped, but no one rushed into the field. In other sports, he could come to hug the winner, but the horse racing was not good, and there were still horses running behind him. At this time, he rushed in and was hit.

A person who is not dead is also disabled, and a horse that is not disabled is also seriously injured. Horses that can set foot on such large-scale competition are very expensive, with a value starting at least one million.

Wang Bo hugged the people around him and won, and the rich man won.

There is only one round in the third-level speed race, and the best twelve horses set foot on the track, and of course these horses have to pay the participation fee.

This is also the difference between horse racing and other sports, such as boxing, fighting and other competitions, and athletes have a performance fee.

Horse racing requires a participation fee, but the participation fee for this third-level speed competition is not high, only a little over 10,000 yuan.

The prize is not high, with a total of 800,000 yuan. For competitions with prizes of tens of millions, this money is quite small.

However, Wang Bo made a lot of money this time. He bet heavily on the rich gold, and the winning of the rich gold can bring him tens of millions of income.

This made him very satisfied. He said while chatting with a group of people: "I thought the organizer would cheat. After buying more than one million yuan on the rich gold, I was really worried that they would do something."

Hani laughed and said, "If you are too worried about this, the fairness of horse racing can be determined, unless it is bribed in advance. Besides, how many people are betting on the rich gold? I bet that the betting company hopes that the rich gold will win the championship, which means they make more money."

Indeed, I don’t know how many people are cursing, and the betting orders are thrown all over the sky, just like it’s snowing.

But some people were laughing. The man who had bought 10,000 yuan on the rich gold before was laughing at him: "Damn, I can't stop my luck when I get it. I got 100,000 yuan for the first time when I play gambling!"

Wang Bo asked, "This is your first time playing?"

The big man nodded and said, "Yes, you also know the domestic situation. Where can I bet on horses besides Hong Kong?"

Wang Bo admired him very much: "You dare to play so big for the first time you play, which is also amazing."

The big man showed a proud look and said, "It's okay, it's just for fun anyway. Life is short, brother, by the way, how much do you bet?"

"I'm 150,000, and all of us are 150,000, and that horse is mine."

The big man suddenly fell silent and sighed for a long time: "Invisible pretentiousness is the most deadly."

The jockey and the horses returned to the stable, and a group of reporters Ulala followed in, almost all around Ma Long and the rich man Jin. Dozens of microphones were stuffed in front of Ma Long:

"Hello Mr. Ma Long, it's fifteen years since you won the championship last time. What do you think?"

"Where does this horse come from? Hello we are the Oakley Sky News, and as far as we know, many people are interested in your horse racing right now."

"What kind of rich gold is it? Its sudden appearance shocked everyone. What do you think about this?"

“…”

Wang Bo and others walked into the stable and saw this scene. Seeing so many microphones in front of Ma Long, Bao Wen shook his head and said, "Last time I looked at GV, there was an old man's situation very similar to now, with a bunch of black birds in front of him."

Everyone around was horrified, and Wang Bo said in horror: "Damn why are you watching GV?"

Bowen smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious, and then I just took a look."

"This is terrible." A group of people quickly kept their distance from him.

Ma Long was obviously at a loss when facing the media. He had never treated this way at his peak before. At most, two or three reporters would just talk to him after the game.

Especially now, his eyes turned red and he was so excited that he shed tears on the field. He obviously didn't want to publish it in the newspaper.

So when he saw Wang Bo and his party arrive, his eyes lit up and pointed at them and said, "That is our leader, Mayor Wang Bo of Sunset Town, this horse is his."

Seeing this scene, Wang Bo: "Wori, **** is hurting me!"

Fortunately, the reporters did not all run to him, and a large part of them remained with Ma Long, while more than a dozen other reporters moved over and handed a bunch of microphones in front of him.

Bowen said: "Boss, I have seen such a scene in GV, and there are more than ten guns."

"Fake, get out!" Of course this is his inner thoughts. Now that the microphone is on his mouth, how dare he say that?

The reporters were also very interested in him, and a series of questions were thrown out:

"Mayor Wang, where did your horse come from? What kind of breed is this?"

"What do you think about this election by Mr. Wang? How likely do you think the IGL League will win?"

"Is it appropriate for Mr. Wang to participate in horse racing at this critical moment of the party's general election? Is there any special intention?"

"Mayor Wang..."

Wang Bo blinked and quickly clarified his thoughts and began to answer: "The national election is very important, but life must continue. The entertainment activities that should be available should not be reduced, so we should not talk about politics today."

"I really have nothing to say about the bloodline and breed of this horse, because it is actually a wild horse, it comes from a herd of wild horses. You know that Sunset Town was once a wasteland, and they lived there. Later, after I became familiar with them, I built a stable for them to live in."

"You know what happened later. Mr. Ma Long saw my horses. He thought they were of good looks, so he decided to train them to participate in the competition."

After hearing his words, a group of reporters were stunned and asked, "Isn't this a story? Are these champion horses actually from the wild horses?"

Wang Bo shrugged and said, "Those who are familiar with me know that I am not a good master in making stories. I can only tell you that what I said is true."

The reporters were upset. Ma Long had no answer to this question, so no one knew the true identity of the rich man Jin.

This incident is too shocking for horse racing. In people's perception, choosing a good horse requires judging blood, growth environment, innate genes, acquired training, etc.

Even so, it is difficult to choose a good horse. There is a famous saying in this industry, which is called "To develop a champion horse, you need 5% bloodline and 5% training, and 90% luck."

Although this statement is famous, no one really takes it seriously, but the appearance of the rich gold proves the authenticity of this sentence.

More questions about the rich money were raised, and some reporters came in behind, and forty or fifty reporters surrounded the two. When Wang Bo saw that something was wrong, he pulled Hani out and said, "This is my censor. If you have something to ask him, I have to do other things."
Chapter completed!